1961. I fondly remember 1965 as the year that I was on the run from the military police on my father's base in North Carolina, and I vividly recall wandering Haight-Asbury in 1969 looking for Jerry and Magnolia. We won't discuss the Disneyland incident in 1968 where I got lost and kicked Mickey Mouse in the shins.

1966 for me. My first run-in with the law was in 1971. I remember that I made them put my Big Wheel in the back seat where I could see it, because I thought they'd take it if they put it in the trunk. Or at least that's the story my mom tells.

My first run-in with rock-n-roll was in 1975. Ruined my life, it did. That, and an Atari 2600...

1972, so the 70's still hold that fond memory. I remember the time before atm's, cash cards, and cell phones. No Mountain bikes, we just had 10speed cruisers. Snowboarding wasn't around yet, and inline skating was 10 years away. I had all the original GI Joe's and Star Wars figures. So yeah, that stuff makes me feel old.

But now, I still don't understand my taxes, insurance, and wonder why I'm paying out in life insurance. So that clueless feeling about life from when I was about 17 has pretty much stuck with me.

I've just been chatting with my Dad; he was at one of Hendrix's shows at the Saville. He doesn't remember any of it. The only thing my dad remembers is the clothes he was wearing that night; a yellow and blue spotted shirt with a cravat and a crushed purple velvet jacket. Oh and granny glasses. He only remembers because his mum took a photo before he went out! I think he was about 21 at the time....

22, and I too have beaten on a defenseless Disneyland mascot. Although Winnie the Pooh clearly had it coming to him.
Oh, and I also remember those style of computers! I had a TRS-something or other from Tandy that you needed a tape backup to save anything on. Good times.